Thy that I've Missed.

Should have known you were around,

should have placed myself on where I believe I am at.

After years, years that pass me by.



Years ago,

not ever a self-acclaimed city girl(not even today),

but I percept your existence,

without any given framework of who you were supposed to be.

And when I observed how eyes were gauged on you today,

I see that they were merely tracked by the wind of the wagon.

How were you to be appreciated?


It is as if the city boys, the bourgeoisie were the ones to only own you,

but it is not.

They thought they own it.

This city is just filled by lenses of the spectacle,

and they fall, all cathartic, all denying the form of escapism,

you know you could do better than that, don't you.


Fellow mates,

don't see what the others expect you of,

why should you worship standards you wish to achieve?

Least I could say is,

you still appear as stunning as the first time I've heard of you,

you were mine, and I thought and still think that I could be you, I seriously do...

and you were not merely the beauty of how everyone else define as,

not just a tool to propose how one's values are to be aesthetically defined,

as I've seen through that,

and you were an earnest purpose.


I'll catch you alone, the next time, for the next chance.